Lyrical Logic

As a person, emotions aren’t always something that make sense. In fact, personally, my emotions rarely make sense to me. We as individuals have to figure out a way to express those emotions in healthy ways to keep ourselves sane.

Why Lyrics?

Lyrics. Most people think of song lyrics. Believe me, I can quote my fair share of song lyrics. However, a lyric can also be a poem that expresses the writer’s emotions. I find myself using the former definition of the word a lot. That is what we are doing here today.

If I’ve learned anything in my short life it is that both definitions have a place in my world. From Reba to Taylor, the lyrics in the songs these artists sing have touched my soul in ways I didn’t realize were possible. I’ve also found that writing my feelings is one of the most healing forms of therapy that I can imagine. Even when writing it hurts so much that at times I wonder why I do it.

I’ve been writing poetry in some form or another for 13 years. It started when I couldn’t write a short fiction story for an assignment. I had the option of either writing a poem or a short story. The period before class, I managed to pump out a poem that didn’t sound awful and was based on some real feelings. Thankfully, my teacher saw it as a piece of genius and the emotions were powerful. I got an A.

What inspires me?

I wish that I could say that the emotions that come with most of my pieces were emotions I never felt. Or even that I felt very rarely. That simply isn’t true. Any piece of poetry that you will read on here will be true, raw (slightly edited) emotion from me to you. Life hasn’t been easy, and I know that more rough patches will be ahead of me in my journey.

Excerpt from “Drowning,” a piece I wrote about my divorce.

It wasn't until I had to sit with you that I started to feel out of breath.
It was virtual, 
We weren't really in the same room, 
But I still was overwhelmed. 
I cried the whole hour. 
Silently I felt my heart break all over again.
There I was,
Actually drowning.

My feelings don’t always make sense to me. Sometimes I’m just as confused as some of you may be. As I work through them in therapy, I may revisit some of the pieces, or write sister pieces in return. Though, most of these emotions are coming months later from the event they describe.

So Here I Am………

Someone recently told me that sharing my art with the world was something I owed the world because it would be so much better with it in it for all to see. So, here I am. Exposing myself and sharing my art with the world. I hope you enjoy.